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Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Maggie!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 254.

You will retain your ability to grow plants from your body up to three times daily for five minutes each use. But the plants cannot grow any longer than a foot long or a width thicker than six inches.

Blake hadn’t even dressed in the proper attire to attend a semi-formal. After a stressful couple of weeks, this should be the perfect time to unwind and enjoy some good company and music, right?. Though for anyone who knew her, Blake wasn’t the type to surround herself among the collective when times were tough. She preferred to be by her lonesome. 

But she chose to come for a reason... didn’t she? 

In and out, that was the plan. With both hands behind her back did the huntress weave through the crowd, keeping a keen eye out for the one she had been looking for. Not many young women had green hair anyway. It had been more than easy spotting Maggie on the balcony by herself. Blake had found her on accident so many times, running into her on purpose was breaking the habit. 

Immediately when she approached her did the faunus tap her on the shoulder, holding up her hand so that she wouldn’t speak. Instead she presented a small white box to her accompanied with a golden ribbon, holding it out to Maggie with a rather un-enthused look. 

Typical.

“Before you say anything--”

“Happy belated birthday.” 

Another day she had been waiting for, and one she could conquer fearlessly.

All her knowledge and skills put to the test again and again, seemingly nonstop in such a toxic environment. Saving the innocent. Protecting the weak. Fighting the beasts who tried with all their might to rip apart the very concrete she stood on. These had all been few of many components to which made up a mighty warrior who would one day face bigger challenges in their prime. The familiarity between the chaos back home and the events taken place in Hive City were uncanny, to say the least. The line which separated the two worlds had been blurred ever since her arrival. From war and discrimination rampant in recent months, to unholy monsters being let free among the city streets… Nothing has changed. It seems like nothing ever will.

But by her own sweat and blood would Blake try her very hardest to make sure she would change something, have it be in this world, or her home.

It was from a crumbling rooftop that she would stay and keep watch of two people who she just so happen to stumble upon. Both had been unknowingly been fighting alongside each other, or perhaps it was best to assume that they decided to unanimously ignore one another’s presence despite the close proximity during their time spent clobbering the hoard of drones. It worked out no matter what choice they made together.

In all honesty, Blake wasn’t sure whether or not to be surprised that she actually recognized one of the two individuals fighting below even with such… Interesting modifications. Was it fate? Good timing? Or maybe bad, considering the air between her and the girl had not necessarily been cleared of whatever issues they had with one another. Blake decided in the end that she didn’t much care for the reasoning. Instead she patiently waited for the two to annihilate the wave of drones, taking her own opportunity to strike. Silently the huntress leapt down and landed behind Maggie, arms folded and demeanor cool.

An unnecessary entrance for the record, but how could she resist?

“Holding up well?” Her attention quickly turns to the redhead, nodding his way in acknowledgement. 

“The both of you, of course.”

Not until now of course. 

Go on, Belladonna. You’ve been practicing all afternoon what to say.

To: Maggie Lacivi

From: Blake Belladonna

(txt): Hey! I apologize if I’m being a bother but I needed to ask you something.

(txt): ...It isn’t anything serious, I promise. 

Nailed it. 

Blake couldn’t help but feel. . . Unsettled. 

No one had bothered to ask if she was okay, as far as Blake observed. Either other party-goers had been too busy with their own gallant affairs, or people were really just that cruel. Call it unexpected, but she refused to just sit and watch someone so vulnerable stay that way for the rest of the evening. Not on her watch.

“Hey.” 

And so she appeared in front of her within the blink of an eye, hand outstretched towards Maggie in hopes that she would accept her offer.

“Come with me?” 

Shintaro peels the spiderwebs off of her, gently, very mindful of where he was grabbing. She’s like...Tinkerbell, he thinks somewhat deliriously, quickly letting go once it’s clear she’s free of the webbing.

Sector Six--the so-called Green Sector due to the fact it was essentially an enormous park, a sprawling mass of greenery and forests that hid more than a few secrets. Naegi tended to take a walk along here at times simply because of the relative peace it offered compared to the rest of the city.

He would have strolled right by District Mu’s entrance too, had he not noticed someone looking perilously close at the thorn barrier. The curiosity of the gesture told him she had to be a newcomer. Which could be...

Potentially, best case? Unsettling. Potentially, worst case? Dangerous.

“Oh, excuse me!” He called out.